Suicide.

Kathy Shaidle is and always will be my hero. We’ve established that she’s fucking punk rock, that she’s got great taste in just about everything, and she says what you really wish you weren’t too much of a pussy to say. Now, in the wake of the Fort Hood massacre, in response to the revelations that our armed forces brass consider a lack of diversity to be worse than mass murder and that there’s a strong chance that 13 people died as a result of political correctness, Shaidle cuts through the bullshit and lays it out for us.

We were very, very nice to Major Hasan. Major Hasan killed us anyway.

I can’t help thinking, as I watch with that sick, sinking feeling in my stomach, that we’re never, ever going to learn. That we are in full societal decline, believing that “it”–horror, death, mass murder, holy war–cannot happen to us, even as the bloody tide breaks upon our shores. Again. And again. And again.

O brave new world, that has such people in’t.

Cheap shot.

I know that Michael Monsoor was Catholic, and I’m not even a factchecker for the NY Times. It’s not the mistake itself that annoys me the most, it’s the fact that the Times is using someone’s sacrifice to score some cheap diversity points. Look, I’m sorry that so many Muslims are determined to act like assholes and kill people, but perhaps the Muslim community should take this up with the firebreathing imams and the radicals they legitimize, not whine at the Newspaper of Record and attempt to co-opt the sacrifice made by a Navy SEAL Medal of Honor recipient. When I read about Michael Monsoor, I was less concerned about his religion and more impressed by his extraordinary valor. (Well, I shouldn’t say “extraordinary” since SEALs are just kind of wired that way, apparently.) I suppose that makes me a woefully unsophisticated and naive hillbilly or something.

Michael Monsoor is a hero, the kind of hero we don’t have enough of in this age. Nidal Hasan doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same article as Monsoor, let alone the same sentence.

Slightly off topic: Do you know how I know that those Big Brother fearing, conspiracy-theorist, NSA-hating Truthers out there are full of it? Hasan is awake. If we had a Mitch Rapp or a Devlin, there’d have been a 30cc air bubble in Hasan’s IV.

Freedom won.

I was 12 when the Berlin Wall came down, and I’ll be honest with you, I cried. In an instant, the world’s geography was altered, families were reunited and a country became whole again. The images of people tearing at the wall with their bare fingers were so powerful, they are still what comes to mind whenever I think of that day. I remember the first time I truly understood what East Germans were willing to risk for freedom. That people were willing to die to be free had never seemed as real to me as it did in Mrs. LeMay’s third grade class. And once I realized what was at stake for the people of East Germany, I understood what all this freedom vs tyranny business was all about.

I never understood the argument for Communism when all Communist countries had to use force to keep their subjects from fleeing en masse. You don’t risk your life to flee a People’s Paradise.

Seriously.

Does Raymond Ibrahim write anything that isn’t informative, sobering, interesting or brilliant? I think not.

Better man.

Because he’s an amazing person, and you can bet this breaks his heart.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Steyn’s nailed it.

To infidels, Islam is in a certain sense unknowable, and most of us are content to leave it at that. The vast majority of Muslims don’t conspire to kill cartoonists or murder their daughters or shoot dozens of their fellow soldiers. But Islam inspires enough of this behavior to make it a legitimate topic of analysis. Don’t hold your breath. We’d rather talk about anything else — even in the Army.

I sometimes find myself holding back for fear of sounding “insensitive” and I hate myself for the cowardice of it. I feel like we’re living in an unfunny version of the “Not that there’s anything wrong with that” episode of Seinfeld when it comes to defining the enemy we face. “The shooter was Muslim–not that there’s anything wrong with that!” I can hear the canned laughter as a homegrown suicide bomber detonates himself in his hometown mall. He was Muslim, not that there’s anything wrong with that. It must have been something else that led him to shout “Allahu Akbar” before he pressed the button, like a particularly aggressive high school bully.

We’re going to lose the larger war if we remain unwilling to see the wolves among the sheep, political correctness be damned.

I was a bad girl.

I didn’t listen to Mark Steyn on Rush today. I fell asleep snuggled into down comforter with Jack and woke up from a dream of office shootings. (I left the news on.)

If I weren’t going to Oz

right before Christmas, I’d ask for an Amazon Kindle. And some Kate Spade jewel-encrusted ballet flats. And the most comfy, soft, chunky cableknit sweater in ivory, with a pair of matching mittens and earflap hat.

Disgusting.

This is absolutely foul, one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen in awhile. I wish I could say that I’m shocked, but if you don’t know how the pro-abortion movement rolls by now, you’ve got your head lodged dangerously far up into the business end of your digestive tract. It’ll take more than a colonic to set you right, I’m afraid.

Unfortunately, many Americans ignore the unpleasantness of the pro-abortion movement, inside pacifying themselves with their vague notion of their own sophistication. Believe me, I’ve been there. Take a moment to really ponder the nature of current accepted beliefs about abortion. Convincing women that the murder of their children is the loving, humane choice is sick and twisted.

Watch out, sweetie.

I love this kid. But I’m worried about him, regardless of the “tolerance” of the regime.

Murder.

Call me crazy, but I have a serious problem with murderers being included in the official count of their victims. Nidal Malik Hasan was counted among the dead in early reports of the massacre at Fort Hood, even though he apparently survived the gun battle with MPs. If he had died–and part of me wishes he had–he wouldn’t deserve to be named among the honorable dead. He sacrificed that privilege when he took up arms against his brothers.

I don’t aim to be offensive or un-PC or anything–for I know that counts as a mortal sin, punishable by the fires of an inclusive, culturally sensitive (though nonexistent) hell according to the Church of Liberalism–but there certainly is a rash of Muslim non-terrorists inflicting all sorts of pain and suffering within the United States. Although Fox has been good enough to chronicle many cases of recent violence at Fort Hood, at first glance, this case seems a bit different.

Tonight my prayers and thoughts are with the families of those murdered at Fort Hood. The betrayal, anger and sorrow being experienced by the loved ones of the slain is beyond imagining. “Heartbreaking” doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Oddly enough

CNN keeps showing the Warrior Combat Stress Reset Program sign as it covers the Fort Hood shootings. But the shootings happened at the deployment center. I’m sure the cameraman is just lazy.

xoxoxo

Have I mentioned that I love Kathy Shaidle, (aka “Kathy poopface”)? You might ask “Why? Why do you love that offensive woman so?”

Well, first of all, she’s hardly offensive. And secondly, there’s this.

Not such a bad idea.

Although crucifixion seems a bit old-fashioned, I am all for disposing of child rapists in as prompt and painful a manner as possible. I mean, the guy was a monster, destroying the lives of children. He left one child in the desert to die. I can’t say he doesn’t deserve this.